Chapter 832
Among the grey, black linen corpses, Clayton Suggs' corpse was covered in a flaming red heart that stood out, and Dany found it among the hundreds of stretchers at a glance.
"Stannis didn't even deal with the bodies of oneself's subordinates?" she frowned.
"He left in a hurry, but he didn't forget Ser Suggs, let me help burn the body before he left." Having said that, Jon saw Dany's expression a little strange.
"You forgot, Ser Suggs is on Heaven. Or did you forget to call Stranger to pick up his Soul?" he asked.
Dany was stunned before he realized that Ser Clayton Suggs had asked her for an indulgence when he voluntarily pulled the Others King perish together.
There was no scroll on her at that time. So, he entered the Stranger state, and separated a consciousness waiting for his Soul to appear in the world of death.
The result is very pitiful, there is a large space in the stone tower room, Suggs, Richard and Others King are not killed, and then Forbidden Spell appears, Dragon Queen fully copes with Cold God...
Dany is embarrassed.
Jon had been paying attention to her expression, and immediately understood that Ser Clayton Suggs was dead for nothing.
"That's really..." He glanced back at the stretcher covered with the flaming red heart cape, his eyes full of pity and sympathy, "Stannis and Red Woman are because he wants to. Go to Heaven, refuse to hold a funeral for him, and wait for his Soul to go to R'hllor's, I'm afraid..."
Dany was full of guilt, at that time he should have...
I have decided that wherever I go in the future, I will carry a few indulgences on my body like a Golden Dragon.
"Don't worry, he won't go to Hell in R'hllor." said the big crow atop the stable wooden door indifferently.
Dany looked forward towards crow, "Did you intervene?"
"I didn't know about it at all, and I was busy suppressing Cold God's will at the time, so how could I have time? "?" The big crow shook his head and reminded: "Ser Suggs doesn't believe in R'hllor."
"He's a red heart Knight of flames, how could he—" Dany's words came to an abrupt end.
She suddenly understood what Bran meant.
At that time, Suggs saw that Child of Prophecy and Aunt Mel were killed in battle, First Divine King was defeated (R'hllor ran away, Sun was covered by darkness), he felt that Lord of Light was not very reliable, and thought that Seven Kingdoms Local Mother is more real and powerful.
What does this mean?
That guy has no faith in R'hllor.
"It's really..." Dany walked over to Suggs' corpse with a strange look, stretched out his hand and pressed it on his chest, and in the next instant, he entered the Stranger state.
The color disappeared, the gray Winterfell was as quiet as a ghost, and a silhouette was like a demented old man, circling the city gate.
"Fight Others, get on Heaven, fight Others, get on Heaven..." The undead's eyes were dull, and he kept mumbling the same sentence.
Short and stocky, with a bald head and a flaming red heart cloak... It's Ser Clayton Suggs.
As expected by Bran, he lost his faith in R'hllor, but he didn't have enough Heaven for The Seven's Devotion Unit, so he could only dissipate between Heaven and Earth.
It's just that Ser Suggs died with a deep obsession.
If the obsession cannot be achieved, it will be transformed into resentment, resentment is the nourishment of wraith.
If Dany leaves him here, Winterfell will be haunted in a few years.
Of course, being the undead in Winterfell is dangerous, not people, but the undead.
Jon, Bran, Arya, Sansa can clean it up.
"What is she doing? She's been putting her hands on the dead body for almost half an hour." Ygritte stomped her feet and complained, "It's such a cold day, burn the corpse earlier and go back to bed earlier, I didn't get a good rest last night."
Big crow stared at Suggs' body with red eyes, not saying a word.
Jon looked left and right. The people carrying the corpses were crowded in the drill field behind the city gate, and their faces were flushed red from the cold, and their expressions were quite impatient.
"You take the corpse out first, pile up the pyre, and wait for the dragon—"
"Om" Before Jon's words were finished, a golden light broke open. The dim night falls from the sky, and in the holy beam of light, you can see some mist particles, and a golden armored divine general slowly falls down the beam of light...
Everyone's eyes widened, The face and attire of the golden armored divine general were all too familiar, and they couldn't help shouting in horror: "Ser Richard, it's Ser Richard, he, he's descended from Heaven!"
"Whoo " The holy golden light landed on Ser Suggs' corpse from the sky, the god in the beam of light just touched the corpse, and the golden light poured into it suddenly.
"Uh!" Under the shocked eyes of everyone but as it should be by rights, Ser Suggs on the stretcher moved a few times, moan made a noise, and slowly woke up.
"Is this Heaven? It's beautiful." Suggs stared at the dazzling ice crystal dome, enraptured.
"Ah" He couldn't help but scream, because suddenly, a big hairy face came close, the face was too ugly, and he was turned away from Heaven. Awakened from the fantasy.
Tormund touched Suggs' gradually warming face, "Really alive? It's amazing!"
"red heart Knight, this is Winterfell, didn't you go to Heaven? "Wildlings said curiously.
"Winterfell?" Suggs looked back and wondered, "Am I not dead?"
Suddenly his face was full of horror, "ahhhh, I'm dead, I died so miserably, frozen to death in Ice, I went to a horrible world, that's not Heaven, that's R'hllor's Hell, why didn't I go to Heaven? Queen Your Majesty, you—"
Dany hurriedly interrupted his "nonsense" and said solemnly: "After you died, you went to Death State in Stranger, not R'hllor's Hell. As for why you didn't go to Heaven..."
"Ai, the great cause has not yet been completed, how can I be happy?"
"What do you mean?" Ser Suggs asked blankly.
"Others King is not dead yet, your mission is not completed..."
Then, Dragon Queen looked solemn and said the second half of the Winterfell battle Probably, it also made Suggs understand the grim situation today.
In the end, he comforted him: "Although you didn't go to Heaven, like Ser Richard, you got a silver Cloth from The Seven."
Suggs felt better. But still whispered: "Silver Cloth doesn't sound as good as Gold Cloth..."
Pope Dany said resolutely: "The power of Cloth comes from the belief in The Seven, as long as you are pious enough, bronze It is also common for Cloth to explode gold, even more how yours is silver.”
Gold Cloth has a total of 12 sets, of course, you can’t mess with your hair.
And she's right, except for the color difference, Suggs' Silver Cloth is not weaker than Richard's Gold Cloth.
Tormund rubbed his hands together and said with a smile: "Queen Your Majesty, can you give me a Cloth? I also fought Others. In the Winterfell battle the day before yesterday, I killed 146 Wights and half of Others. What!"
"I'll take you to Heaven, are you going?" Dany said with a smile.
"If I go to Heaven and come back, I will give you a Cloth by the way, I will!" Tormund patted his chest, devotion to righteousness that inspires reverence.
"If you don't believe in The Seven, Cloth cannot be activated without The Seven divine power." Dany shook his head.
Tormund looks tangled, it seems that believing in Old Gods has never seen any real benefits, and The Seven...
“Queen Your Majesty, can you make me younger? Brother is resurrected, he is only 15 years old!" Wildlings, a young man in his early twenties, came to the Dragon Queen and knelt down and begged.
"Your Majesty, please have mercy on my two children, they are only three years old, they can't live without their father!" a North woman cried.
"Queen Your Majesty, my mother..."
For a while, Dany knelt down in front of thirty or forty northerners praying for the resurrection of their relatives.
"They've gone to Heaven, or Heaven of The Seven, or Heaven of Old Gods, and that's the best place to go.
It's not good to let them enjoy the sun and wine in Heaven What? What after resurrection? What joy has life, what pain has death!" Dany exhorted loudly.
In addition to the huge consumption during resurrection, the defects after resurrection are also clearly manifested in the pock-faced Knight.
She can control a small number of resurrected people. If there are too many "defective" resurrected people, forming a humanoid race with yin-yang spirit matter coexisting in the body, then the situation will really be out of control.
Only after Dany comforted him and offered to serve as the priest of the cremony, he persuaded the northerners who missed their relatives to go back.
...
It was night, and after the ceremony was over, the Dragon Queen left Winterfell on the Black Dragon and flew north.
Winterfell main castle, the bedroom of the Stark Eldest Young Lady.
"Jeyne, don't, close the door, close the door, sorry, Jeyne" Sansa clutched the duvet tightly in both hands, like someone falling off a cliff clutching the last vine.
Theon squatted on the edge of the bed and gently wiped the hot sweat from Sansa's face and forehead with a damp towel.
"She's always been like this?" Arya stood at the foot of the bed, frowned.
"It was fine before, but after going downstairs to see Jeyne's body, she has been having nightmares." Theon sighed softly.
“What happened then?” Jon asked.
"Sansa was terrified, White Frost fell, I ran with her, she kept yelling to close the door, and then as soon as she and I entered the crypt, the guards inside locked the door, Jeyne fell. Behind..."
Theon's expression was dim, his face was covered with sadness and self-reproach, "When we recovered from the panic, we found that Jeyne was blocked from the door, and she begged and cried. The howl sounded like it came from another world..."
"She always regrets doing things, and always regretting things afterwards, but what's the use of regret?" Bran indifferently said.
This bedroom is home to Robb and Vale's Rickon, the Stark brother sisters.
Well, Theon is Eddard's adopted son, their righteous brother.
If Eddard were still alive, he would be smiling when he saw this "warm" family reunion scene in the room.
"Bran..." Sansa opened her eyes suddenly, and her beautiful eyes with a color of horror locked the big crow on the guardrail at the end of the bed for a moment, "You are finally willing to come to see me. I'm done."
"I really don't want to see you." Bran said indifferently.
"You hate me?" Sansa waved off Theon's towel, struggled to sit up, stared straight into Crow's eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where do you get your grievances against me?"
Theon glanced back and forth between Sansa and the big crow, before he hesitated.
Arya looked blank.
Jon hurriedly came out to smooth things out and said softly: "Sansa, you think too much, Bran doesn't mean anything else, he-"
"Jon, shut up, I want Bran to personally Say." Sansa suppressed her anger, said solemnly.
Bran was silent for a moment, then said helplessly: "You are my elder sister and I love you as much as Arya and Jon. But there are so many stupid things you have done, are doing, and are about to do, I have Reason not to see you."